Wasted

I must have thought it would wait for me

but it never did stand still

It crept by in padded footfalls

absorbed just like a pill

Swallowed it with whiskey

Swallowed it with rum

The bottles stowed in secret

for the sleep that wouldn’t come

Time is found in it’s passage

with regret trailing in it’s wake

but there’s comfort in the rear view

for a future to forsake